“Miss Tang, you’re awake! President Gu has instructed that once you wake up, you should return to the company to work.”
Tang Xiaoman jolted awake and found herself lying in a hospital bed. A nurse came over to urge her to go back to work.
A cold glint flashed in her eyes as she pulled out the needle from her hand, preparing to return to battle.
Four years in the apocalypse—she had fought through countless life-and-death struggles. She was no longer the weak, easily bullied little lamb she once was.
Try to take her kidney? She would fight them to the death—no matter what!
“President Gu” referred to Gu Corporation’s CEO, Gu Heng—also Tang Xiaoman’s fiancé.
Thinking of that man’s hypocrisy and cruelty, her eyes turned red with rage. She wanted nothing more than to tear him into pieces.
In the apocalypse, she had stayed by Gu Heng’s side for four years without leaving. To protect supplies, she had fought through rivers of blood countless times.
She even used her spatial ability to store food and resources for him, preventing them from being stolen.
But once those supplies were depleted, he bared his fangs without hesitation.
She became a mobile blood bank for his “white moonlight,” Su Rou, and in the end, she died in battle because she refused to donate a kidney…
Wait—wasn’t she already dead?
Why had she opened her eyes again, and why was a nurse telling her to go back to work?
It had already been four years of apocalypse—what job was there to return to?
The nurse stared in shock at Tang Xiaoman, who had just awakened yet was already radiating killing intent, and hurried out to call for help, suspecting she had suffered some mental shock.
A moment later, assistant Shu Jia pushed open the door.
“Tang Xiaoman, you’re finally awake. President Gu has already asked about your condition several times. Since you’re awake, please return to work immediately!” Shu Jia said, her face full of undisguised contempt and impatience.
Tang Xiaoman’s pupils contracted sharply.
Shu Jia had died in the first year of the apocalypse—why was she here again?
This scene felt familiar…
She remembered.
One month before the apocalypse, she had overworked herself and fainted at the company.
Gu Heng showed no concern at all, even complaining that her illness had delayed work progress.
The moment she woke up, he sent Shu Jia to urge her back to work.
Could it be… she had been reborn?
Without hesitation, Tang Xiaoman stabbed Shu Jia’s hand with the used needle.
This woman had always looked down on her and sabotaged her behind the scenes.
“Ahhh!” Shu Jia screamed, clutching her bleeding hand, tears bursting out from the pain.
“Tang Xiaoman! What’s wrong with you? President Gu doesn’t like you, so you take it out on me? Be reasonable!”
Furious and in pain, she looked like she wanted to fight back.
Tang Xiaoman confirmed she was not dreaming and exhaled deeply.
She had really been reborn.
Since heaven had given her a second chance, she would never repeat the same mistakes. She would make everyone who betrayed her pay in blood.
She calmed down, looked at the terrified and enraged Shu Jia, and gave a cold smile.
“Hm, work? I’m going right now.”
Tang Xiaoman returned to Gu Corporation. As she entered the office building, several employees greeted her.
They were all used to her overworked state.
Tang Xiaoman sneered inwardly, hating how foolish she had been in her past life.
She had been lost as a child and grew up in an orphanage, deeply starved of love.
She was only found by her father Su Cheng at fifteen, but her mother had already passed away.
Her father favored her stepsister Su Rou, and with her manipulative stepmother and hostile half-brother, she found no warmth in the family.
So when her fiancé Gu Heng showed her even a hint of kindness, she treated it as her only light in life and desperately chased after it like a moth to flame.
She had no idea Su Rou was Gu Heng’s “white moonlight.” She trusted him completely—only to discover he was even more ruthless and cold than her so-called family.
Reborn now, she would not be that foolish again.
She locked her office door, opened her desk drawer with a key, and took out a jade bracelet.
This bracelet was her mother’s relic. It was low-quality jade and not worth much, which was why it had remained in her possession.
Two days ago, she had taken it off for work and left it in the drawer after fainting.
In her previous life, she never knew the bracelet hid a secret.
Until the apocalypse began—when she was injured and her blood accidentally activated the bracelet, revealing a spatial dimension.
Now reborn, her first priority was to reclaim it.
She pricked her finger with a pin. A drop of blood fell onto the bracelet and was instantly absorbed. The jade became slightly more translucent.
She closed her eyes and focused her consciousness, entering the space with practiced ease.
As before, a virtual interface showed a 80-square-meter two-bedroom apartment.
The room was fully equipped, with electricity and gas connected, though no furniture.
A calendar and clock on the wall matched real-world time exactly.
Outside the balcony lay a vast, white, static space of 150 cubic meters. Time inside was frozen—anything placed there would remain unchanged.
She could move items with her mind, though large objects required mental effort.
In her past life, she had already verified all of this.
A countdown timer appeared the moment she entered—she could only stay inside for one hour per day.
Satisfied that everything was the same, she exited the space and returned to work.
Using her authority and Gu Heng’s trust, she copied more than ten core commercial secrets onto a drive.
He had treated her like a tool, exploited her completely, and ultimately killed her after draining her value.
Now, she would take back just a little interest first.
Meanwhile, Shu Jia complained to Gu Heng about what had happened.
Gu Heng frowned—but only cared about one thing.
“Did she return to work?”
His only concern was the stalled project.
Shu Jia hesitated. “She… she did come back, but then she left again…”
Before she could finish, the secretary entered.
“President, Miss Tang left the company shortly after returning.”
Gu Heng’s brow twitched.
“She left again? Did she say anything?”
“No.”
Gu Heng massaged his temples and called her directly.
“What are you doing—”
The call was hung up.
He froze, then called again—busy signal.
Unbelieving, he tried again from his personal phone.
“Sorry, the number you dialed cannot be reached.”
He stared in shock.
She had actually blocked him.
Tang Xiaoman took a ride-hailing car and sent a message to Gu Heng’s business rival, Huo Kai:
“I have something you want.”
She also sent a meeting location near Huo Corporation.
She was certain he would come.
In her previous life, Huo Kai had repeatedly tried to buy her loyalty with money and beauty.
She had refused then.
Now, she still wasn’t interested in his charm—but she was very interested in his money.
Because in the true apocalypse, survival meant fortified bases, brutal competition, and endless bloodshed.
No one survives alone.
And she would need resources—an enormous amount of them.